Greetings once again from the 305 area code.
A random thought today — I went running along Doral Blvd. in the Miami Springs/Virginia Gardens area earlier this morning, when I came across a correctional institution.
When I ran across it again on the way back, I noticed all of the concertina wire placed atop the roofs of the various buildings in the facility.
It sort of blew me away. Just the starkness of — you ain’t getting out of here, and if you try, well, you’re not going to be able to.
We hear so much about “freedom” from politicians, and most of us, luckily, are free. We may have all types of problems — like barely making enough money to get by in this life. But at least we’re not confined (most of us) to stay in our house — with the threat of being shot if we dare escape.
OK, enough with those pleasantries!
Monday was definitely Marco Rubio day in the American political landscape, and I was thickly immersed in it down here in his hometown in Miami.
You can read our story on his big presidential candidacy speech last night in downtown Miami, where there was definitely a carnival atmosphere, what with the Miami Heat playing across the street in their second to last regular season game of the year, and a group of environmental activists standing across the street from the Freedom Tower yelling, “Marco has a Koch problem,” referring to the financial support he’s received from the libertarian Koch Brothers, who share a disdain for believing in man-made climate change.
One thing’s for sure: the Democratic National Committee and its friends in the immigration, environmental and other progressive movements had a field day in sending out negative press releases about the Florida senator’s record.
Nobody was more caustic than DNC Chair Debbie Wasserman Schultz, who was in rare acidic form at a news conference in a Miami hotel hours before Rubio’s speech.
NextGen Climate called out Rubio to get his act together when it comes to believing in man-made climate change.
OK, that’s it. I’ve got a 400-mile commute this morning.
